"Do you mind to elaborate, Your Grace? How is me being your mate endangering my life? Does everyone suddenly want to kill me after I become your mate?" asked Melva in bewilderment.
No matter how Melva thought about it, she didn't understand why becoming a mate of a werewolf was dangerous. Mate was another word for spouse, right? She never saw a spouse as a weakness. If anything, spouse was a strength. In Vance's case, he needed her touch to go on living, which meant she was his source of strength, was it not?
"Oh, Melva! How dense are you to be unable to understand the reason?" Vance was getting impatient as he shut his eyes closed to take a deep breath and calm himself down. "I just told you that so many people want my position and they would do anything to achieve that. That also includes taking your life."
